Aubade IV / East

Aubade IV / East

I look toward the East
I look at that shimmering river

I look at the great Sun gracing it

I look at my hands

I look at them as I have not looked before

I look at their glow

I look at the patterns of my skin

I look at the blood flowing

I look at the veins and joints

I look toward the East

I look at all least of the Sun

I look, yet, at the Sun

I look at the Sun

I look at how the Sun

Has never looked at me

Until I, after all, and nothing at all, I saw...

— M.M.